Fuck Valentine’s Day!
Fuck Valentine’s Day! Yes, I said it, and no, it’s not because I’m bitterly single either.
Let’s be honest, it’s just a ridiculous holiday that is manipulated by the male population more so for a Hall Pass than anything else. I mean, seriously, I couldn’t care less about the flowers, fancy dinner, and assorted chocolates slyly tucked in a heart-shaped box.
Okay, admittedly, the chocolate does sound good, but currently my uterine walls are literally shedding like my dog’s fur in the middle of July, so my insatiable chocolate craving is a bit out of hand at the moment. Truthfully, a peanut butter cup would be just as appealing to my taste buds right now.
For the record, I am single, but quite happy with that status. I’m just not one of those people who think a relationship is what completes me. Sorry, Jerry Maguire, that notion is actually sort of pathetic. I do have a FWB, and then there is always B.O.B., he’s a wonderful substitute in case my first option is unavailable! Luckily, both save me from the insanity of the dreaded world of dating.
Have you ever noticed the scurry that begins around the second week of January? You know what I mean, the gals who would choose being repeatedly stung by a swarm of African bees over being single on February 14th. The ones who measure their value as a real woman by their Facebook relationship status (and of course those 20 drunk selfies from the bar that the guy unwittingly became a prop in).
I’m not saying men aren’t just as desperate, but the month of February seems to put a well-timed idle on their emotions. But don’t worry, girls, President’s Day is just around the corner, and their lonely switch will be back on before you know it! Get ready for a Drinking with Lincoln night out on the town with the new (penny-pincher) love of your life!
Sarcasm aside, I think more females need to embrace the freedoms of being single. There are a lot of unhappy wives who would love to be in your shoes right now. Just think of all the perks.
You can travel wherever your little heart desires. You can marathon episodes of Snapped without it being a scare tactic. You can toss your four-day dirty hair in a sloppy bun while sporting Yoga pants and an old comfy holey shirt, minus the bra of course, and no one would make smartass remarks to you about it. And best of all, you don’t have to share your second peanut butter cup!
So, say it with me, “Fuck Valentine’s Day!” Doesn’t it feel fabulous to finally say that out loud? Are you ready to flip the bird to that calendar with the gigantic picture of a teddy bear holding a heart on its lap? How about jabbing Cupid in the back with one of his own fucking arrows for once? Sounds sadistically fun, doesn’t it?
Being single is so much more than just a relationship status on social media, it is an opportunity for self-discovery, self-respect, and best of all, self-love. Valentine’s Day is just a sales pitch, and we are not required to buy into that bullshit, ladies! Have a glass of cheap wine, munch on some store-bought sushi, or watch a funny chick flick on Netflix — it is just as gratifying as a cheesy, forced Valentine’s day, trust me!
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Julie Casey is an American writer/humanitarian hailing from the Midwestern city of Bloomington, Illinois. She is the youngest of eight children, who is also a devoted mother and grandmother. She has been writing poetry for nearly four decades. She has recently had success with writing articles for several publications on the subjects of self-love, and her ability to turn personal tragedy into a positive life change.
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